SCENE THE LAST. i got the shakes, tremors, if you will. i finally (bravely) picked up my skatie this morning and pushed mongo/shit-foot (ahh, fuck ya'll) up the hill of the street that i live in and then, sheepishly waited for my bus into the shop. i am slightly worried about by inability to stop my hands from movin' around like i'm fitting. downers are cunt to extract from one's life, body and mind especially - it's some BUSHWICK BILL shit, just without the dwarf part. eleven years of rehearsals, gigs and substances EVERYWHERE left me with THE perfect excuse to NOT see my reflection in any mirror i came across. "i can't worry 'bout that now, i have to play with blah blah tomorrow night, then record the next day...etc.etc." it never ends mate, NEVER - and then there are the reasons behind why one would subject themselves to said ride: apart from the love, it's insecurity, damage, ego and lack there-of, hunger (literal and otherwise), habit and above all - a reason to live and a place where to belong and call 'home'. we truly ARE one big dysfunctional family - warts, gossip, abuse, laughs and tears included. fuck the 'scene'. fuck scenes. we are all in this together, like it or hate it, it is impossible to avoid. otherwise, you wouldn't care so much what people think, and i wouldn't either. SUMMER WINDS 2010. what was a beautiful day ended in chaos and tears, and all of us that were there are to blame fuckers, sorry, we can't avoid it. melbourne kids - you're all gonna die soon enough - inside and out, if you don't realise that you CAN'T handle your drugs and alcohol. GIZA before there was GZA. he knows, i know and YOU know it all-to-well. there's no longevity in rock n' roll? fucking bullshit. we get BETTER at articulating ourselves and our art with age. just look at our roots in rhythm and blues - these people drank bootleg whiskey every single day, gambled like there wasn't a tomorrow to worry about and fucked like rabbits, AND they lived until they were wrinkled like potato crisps. granted, they died usually as a result of living the life, but they knew their limits and adjusted accordingly, and they kept on creating art and shaping culture - just like we're all attempting to now (though we don't even have the right to shine their shoes yet - keep this in mind). our friend in fluro just delivered a package from stu, containing 7 inch copies of THE GARBAGE AND THE FLOWERS' latest release - 'alamo rose/river of sem'. a perfect case in point. helen, yuri and stu have been actively playing in bands for twenty years or more (more, i don't want to be accused of being ageist), and SKULLTONES (whatever...) have finally heard of their genius and decided to release a single. TGATF are getting better and so are the members that make up the group, individually and collectively. hard work, hard times, down time and the cards dealt, have all contributed (not detracted) to this band's brilliance. THE GARBAGE AND THE FLOWERS - thanks y'all, we love you. there's no longevity in rock n' roll? i, we, beg to differ.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
there's no longevity in rock n' roll...
SCENE THE LAST. i got the shakes, tremors, if you will. i finally (bravely) picked up my skatie this morning and pushed mongo/shit-foot (ahh, fuck ya'll) up the hill of the street that i live in and then, sheepishly waited for my bus into the shop. i am slightly worried about by inability to stop my hands from movin' around like i'm fitting. downers are cunt to extract from one's life, body and mind especially - it's some BUSHWICK BILL shit, just without the dwarf part. eleven years of rehearsals, gigs and substances EVERYWHERE left me with THE perfect excuse to NOT see my reflection in any mirror i came across. "i can't worry 'bout that now, i have to play with blah blah tomorrow night, then record the next day...etc.etc." it never ends mate, NEVER - and then there are the reasons behind why one would subject themselves to said ride: apart from the love, it's insecurity, damage, ego and lack there-of, hunger (literal and otherwise), habit and above all - a reason to live and a place where to belong and call 'home'. we truly ARE one big dysfunctional family - warts, gossip, abuse, laughs and tears included. fuck the 'scene'. fuck scenes. we are all in this together, like it or hate it, it is impossible to avoid. otherwise, you wouldn't care so much what people think, and i wouldn't either. SUMMER WINDS 2010. what was a beautiful day ended in chaos and tears, and all of us that were there are to blame fuckers, sorry, we can't avoid it. melbourne kids - you're all gonna die soon enough - inside and out, if you don't realise that you CAN'T handle your drugs and alcohol. GIZA before there was GZA. he knows, i know and YOU know it all-to-well. there's no longevity in rock n' roll? fucking bullshit. we get BETTER at articulating ourselves and our art with age. just look at our roots in rhythm and blues - these people drank bootleg whiskey every single day, gambled like there wasn't a tomorrow to worry about and fucked like rabbits, AND they lived until they were wrinkled like potato crisps. granted, they died usually as a result of living the life, but they knew their limits and adjusted accordingly, and they kept on creating art and shaping culture - just like we're all attempting to now (though we don't even have the right to shine their shoes yet - keep this in mind). our friend in fluro just delivered a package from stu, containing 7 inch copies of THE GARBAGE AND THE FLOWERS' latest release - 'alamo rose/river of sem'. a perfect case in point. helen, yuri and stu have been actively playing in bands for twenty years or more (more, i don't want to be accused of being ageist), and SKULLTONES (whatever...) have finally heard of their genius and decided to release a single. TGATF are getting better and so are the members that make up the group, individually and collectively. hard work, hard times, down time and the cards dealt, have all contributed (not detracted) to this band's brilliance. THE GARBAGE AND THE FLOWERS - thanks y'all, we love you. there's no longevity in rock n' roll? i, we, beg to differ.
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